So... I was traveling horizontally over the earth at several hundred miles an hour, and I bailed out of the plane. Nice plane, too. Within a few seconds I was traveling at a hundred miles an hour at roughly 90 degrees to initial trajectory. After feeling the adrenaline rush and wind screaming by in head-down orientation, I formed a hard arch, found the handle, and pulled hard. Chute opened. And, I began a controlled descent.
I had a terrific view as I guided the foil down to an LZ, flared nicely and seem to have landed back on campus. Nothing broken. Just need to get ready to get back in another plane. Same pilots, new team. Will be good to get to know them over the next few months. So far they seem like great people.
The last four months have been busy. Hillary finished her program with flying colors (4.0 GPA) and accepted a position as a K-12 principal in an idyllic town in the heartland of America near her two boys. All in all, it couldn't have turned out much better. We have said many prayers of thanks along the way.
We seem to be getting along better than we have in quite awhile and have established some new rules of living that will hopefully keep us more positive and constructive, more focused and deliberate as we recommit ourselves to each other and the challenges of the next four years. We will see what the horizon brings because we won't be standing still.
My plan is to study as I can in order to prepare for reentry. I begin in 5 and a half months. There is much to learn, and I will do my best to make it my own. Thank you to everyone for being there, for your teaching and support, and for this amazing chance to be a doctor. It's time to take a deep breath and start making a difference for my patients - and anyone else that I might meet along the way.
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